First real snow of the year
My last winter living home was the winter of 1977-8. For any of you who lived in Boston at the time, you will remember it as the winter you will describe to your grandchildren. That winter it snowed each and every Friday night and each snowstorm was at least 8 inches, and often more. I did lots of shoveling.
Now, I live in an apartment building. the lovely staff in my building shovels the snow. I am so very grateful to them because now, I enjoy the snow without any worries, without any responsibilities.